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Jul 11
The light is fading.
I can feel it. Every inch of my bones.
I'm scared that one day I'll jump.
And no one knows when.

Having a hard time breathing.
Crying without knowing the reason.
Can you hear my silence?
How empty I've become.
"They will cry, but only upon your death."
Summer Finn
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Summer Finn
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